About the book: 2013 / “Favorite lines seemed to arise on their own. They came from the enchanting ether of Romance, from the feather bed of clouds on which the lazy summer sun blissfully lolled, from the rustling of leaves in the light wind. The great Englishman’s favorite lines lived in his memory, but Boris still looked at the slightly yellowed pages of the old book. He liked to look at them. He enjoyed reading them. He enjoyed…»